” “What?” “I decided to invite Clara to our little party. She is lying next to you.” I turned my head to the left and saw the outline of a...naked female body lying next to me. Her eyes were open and this close I could see she was alive. Clara looked terrified, and like me, she couldn’t move but worse, she apparently couldn’t talk either. Her lips moved but there was no sound. Tears ran down her cheeks and her eyes begged me for help. But there was nothing I could do. Slowly my eyesight. I was feeling horny and excited. She was looking dazzlingly beautiful and I wanted to taste her, lick her and fuck her. We began to laugh till she had tears in her eyes. Anita told me that she was missing her husband. I acted innocent and said that “didi I don’t know much about women’s bodies and fucking.” She laughed and carressed my head tenderly. She said “Let me tell you that we women are like cars with different models. There are oldies like ambassadors, slim girls like maruti models and. The second thing that's important to remember, is the setting in which the events took place. It was the fourth and last day of my visit to France, more specifically: a small village in the south, where my parents and Evelyn were celebrating their summer holiday. They had traded places with a friendly family that moved there some years earlier. It was a beautiful house, at the bottom of a hill, far away from loud noises and other types of shenanigans. It was quiet, the weather was great, life. I quickly stripped out of my clothing, tossing them casually in thehamper. I picked up the panties. They were flimsy, collapsing withoutform whenever they were dropped. I wasn't familiar with them. Lizowned nothing like these, which is why I was surprised when she pickedthem for me. As I slid the silky panties up my legs, I couldn't helpbut enjoying the feel against my skin, wondering why Liz had alwaysavoided these sort of things.The cami was next. It was as flimsy as the panties, made.